We all think about our possible pasts and what could have been. My past seems to like to come and visit me. It’s fine. I enjoy the company.
I went to a party on a ship the other night with some friends. It reminded me of my old life from years ago.
I caught the Ali Wong Milk and Money show around the way the other night, completely by random.
Do I take this blog down or leave it up? I really don’t know if it serves any purpose but to act like a second-rate diary.
A buncha storms happened recently: We had a tornado in NYC, and there was a storm in Mouse’s car the other day too.
Got a lotta time to think and write. Let me tell you a story about a dude I know.
Second part of the birthday party; ran into my possible past that night too.
If I’m proud of anything, it’s my ability to hide the horror in our lives from my son.
An old friend came to visit us the other day.
Randomly went out to Queens with some friends and randomly met someone I knew in a past life.